I'm on Linwood, rollin' up that Iraq
I can't put no more b**hes in my contacts
I weigh that work on my palms, f** a Pyrex
Your b**h pulled it out, f**ed me up in Imax
Reefer roastin' cheifin' chokin' keep my lyrics potent
Haters notice I'm the dopest, fakers keep me focused
Pockets filling full of oxys and she 'bout to snort it
That choppa makes these rapper n***as run to full forward it
Everybody strapped, all my b**hes head hunters
Devil's Heaven free my n***as serving dead numbers
I'm in the streets, with the gremlins bout 100 deep
f** CPR, Choppa leave 'em RIP (Gremlins)
I'm The Hulk on bath salts
I'm The Hulk on bath salts
Dopehead k**ing sh** on purpose n***a
Y'all on that broke sh**, Tuesday dollar Church's n***a
[Hook x2]
I don't know bout y'all n***as, but I'm a bruiser ho
I don't know bout y'all n***as, but I'm a bruiser ho
I'll eat p**y, f** a b**h
Eat p**y, f** a b**h
Eat p**y, f** a b**h
Eat p**y, f** a b**h
f** the haters, hypocrites and the nonbelievers
[?] got stuck with the bottom feeders
I smoke the largest reefer jooky never out of season
Smoking on that keisha, RIP I leave ya
I [?]
How you n***as got that work but you ain't never waitin'
I'm sick of being patient, turn a rapper to a patient
n***as style is ancient if they bottom b**hes basic
Fake it till you make it tell a bunch of stupid n***as
How you talkin' gangsta you ain't never shoot a n***a
Infrared beam shoots straight through a n***a
I smoke blunts, motherf**in' bruiser n***a
Super style, b**h i'm wild, f** a sneak diss
Murder rappers like most haters f** [?]
These rappers [?] give these n***as pink slips
Drop it in that p**y, swim it all up in that b**h head
[Hook x2]